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kpoptart216 · 4 years

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Can’t Do This Anymore

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst with a hint of fluff if you squint.

Summary: You both notice your relationship falling apart, the love fading. The only difference between you two is that you actually tried.

A/N: This is a oneshot based on a request from anon. Please don’t send more requests to me, I just wanted to do one to get my motivation and inspiration back. This oneshot felt too real for me.

What makes a relationship last? Make a relationship the relationship? Was it not as simple as forming a strong bond with your partner, choosing them every time, committing to them?

If only that was enough.

They say someone in a relationship will always love more than the other person, and for all the relationships in your life, you were that person. You gave 110% to everyone in your life, and maybe that’s where you failed.

When you first started dating Yoongi, it finally felt like you found someone who was meant for you. Someone who adored you and treated you the way you knew you deserved. Someone who put in just as much as effort as you did.

You met him when you got hired as BTS’ new choreographer. You worked extensively with the boys and thats when the love between you and Yoongi had bloomed.

The first 6 or so months were amazing. Despite the both of you having busy schedules, you both made the time for each other and constantly talked over text or phone calls. You both knew everything about each other and the whole time you felt like you were on cloud nine.

But when did things start to change? Maybe you only noticed when it was too late. Maybe you both got too comfortable? Or was it just him?

The time you spent together became less and less, the texts and phone calls became less meaningful, and the affection just seemed...forced on his part. You now just felt like you were an obligation for him.

But you were anything but a quitter and your relationship with him meant too much for you to just give up on. So you swallowed your pride and you put in the effort for him.

You gave it your all, and he seemed to just absorb that and take it for granted. You scheduled your time together, you cooked for him, you were his emotional tampon, his friend, his lover, and everything in between.

But you gave so much of yourself away that you failed to see that you didn’t get any fulfillment in return.

At one point, you felt like friends with benefits at best, but you still loved him. And he surely felt the same right? Because you gave it you all.

But sometimes, even that isn’t enough.

One day, you again made plans to hang out. You hadn’t seen him a while and he had to cancel the last few times you made plans since he had something come up, though he didn’t really explain what.

You had dressed up and got all excited as you drove over to his place. You knocked on the door, and you could hear Yeontan barking on the other end of the door, which immediately put a smile on your face.

Yoongi opened the door with a small smile, and you noticed that the dorm seemed rather empty but you didn’t think much of it and went straight to Yoongi’s room. Yoongi sat on his bed as you played with Yeontan for a bit before also sitting down on the bed.

And that’s when he said it.

“I’ve been doing some thinking and I think we should break up”

You just looked at him in shock.

“W-what? w...why?” you asked.

“I think right now, I really just need to focus on my career. I feel like I don’t really have time for anything else. I barely even get to see my friends and I just don’t want us to resent each other in the future. I can’t give you what you want, Y/n” he said.

“Have I ever come in the way of your job? Or your future?” you asked, sadly.

“No, no Y/n don’t think that. This is all on me, ok? This has nothing to do with you” he says calmly. “I hate that I’m doing this to you”

“Then why are you doing it? Why are you breaking up before things even get bad?” you ask.

“I just have a gut feeling, Y/n. And I want us to keep each other in our lives. I hope we can be friends, I hope that we can still share our accomplishments, I’d hate to hear about you from someone else other than you” he says.

You spent the two hours trying to reason with him, but if there’s one thing you can’t be in a break-up, it’s logical.

He had made up his mind. He mentioned he also didn’t believe in people getting back together, so this was it. This was the end.

“Sometimes, I think I’m just meant to be alone. I feel like I’m hardwired to be alone. And I’m a piece of shit and I truly hope you find better” he says. “I know you’re strong, and confident, and resilient. You’re an amazing person, and I hope you find someone better tan me” he says, as you stood to leave, teary eyed. “I understand if you hate me. If you want to yell and scream at me go ahead” he says, getting ready to face you.

“I could never hate you. You may think that you deserve to be alone, but I hope you find that someone Yoongi. The person you can depend on and love, you deserve the world. I don’t hate you” you say again. “I want to be friends, but not right now. I need time apart. Goodbye Yoongi”

You opened the door, only to find the rest of the members in the living room. You hadn’t noticed when they came back, and they all greeted you cheerfully as they saw you emerge from the room, only to be quiet when they noticed your teary and red eyes. They stayed quiet as they watched you leave, the only sound in the dorm was Yeontan whining when you didn’t pay him any attention and just left.

“Hyung, what happened? Is everything ok?” Jimin asked.

“We broke up” Yoongi says, bluntly. No emotion on his face.

“WHAT?” some of the boys say in unison.

Yoongi doesn’t explain as he retreats back into his room.

The following week after the break-up was hell. You cried everyday and cried yourself to sleep. You didn’t have an appetite what so ever and your heart just felt so heavy, starting the second you woke up. You felt, empty.

It took you passing out during the middle of dance practice that you finally had enough of your own pity party. Your coworker had taken you to see the doctor and your doctor had mentioned how concerned he was with the lack of sleep in food.

From that day on, you decided that you were going to put yourself first. For the first time in a long time, you put yourself up on a pedestal instead of someone or something else.

You started to eat better, exercise more, meet more friends, and just simply do all the things you loved doing. You were slowly getting back on your feet.

It didn’t really help that you worked together with your now ex, but fortunately you were just working on new choreo and didn’t have to interact with the boys for another few weeks. As far as you have come in the weeks following the doctors visit, you simply weren’t ready to face Yoongi again.

Yoongi on the other hand felt a little free after the breakup. The boys had grilled him about it and he finally told them why he broke up with you, and he could see the disappointment in their eyes. They were all fond of you, and they all thought you were the one for him.

At first, he felt a weight off of his shoulder. He no longer had the burden of a relationship. He didn’t want to keep you waiting and have you resent him in the future and he found some comfort knowing you still wanted to be friends.

But as each day passed, he felt that become more and more uncertain.

It had now been over a month since the break-up and you hadn’t reached out to him. He didn’t see you at BigHit anymore, and he was itching to see you, which was ironic since he couldn’t even be bothered to make plans when he still had you.

He wasn’t active on social media and though he followed you on various platforms, he didn’t want you to know that he was still following up on you, though he was dying to know what you had posted on your story.

The boys still kept in touch with you and they’d mention your name around the dorm sometimes, but Yoongi just pretended like he didn’t care. His friends had joked before that you were too good for him, and now those words sometimes haunted him at night,

One day at the studio, Yoongi drowned in own thoughts. He thought he was getting over you, but his thoughts just naturally wondered over to you. How were you doing? Were you eating, sleeping properly? Did you move on?

He reached for his phone and pulled up your contact. Should he call you? what was he going to say anyways? A tear slipped past his eyes without even him realizing.

It was then he realized he fucked up. He gave up on some one truly fucking amazing. He missed you, and he wanted you back. No, he needed you back.

It was another few weeks before he saw you though. You had actually texted him first. when he saw your notification on his phone, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he felt his heart race for the first time in over a month.

“I just a little kitten by my apartment like the one we fostered a year ago! It made me think of you. Hope you’ve been well, Yoongi!” your text read cheerfully. It immediately put a smile on his face, and one that wasn’t forced like all the ones he put on for over a month.

He had sent you a reply, and just like when you both first started talking you both had spent hours talking after.

It just came naturally, and Yoongi just felt happy.

He then asked if you could meet him for some bubble tea the following day for which you agreed.

You both then spent hours talking and walking around the small park near your apartment after getting boba. He hadn’t felt this light and happy in so long, and it warmed his heart. Not to mention, you looked amazing. You had that “post break-up glow up”. Yoongi had a hard time looking away from you.

“I should probably get going, I have some work I need to get done” you say, glancing at your watch. “It was nice seeing you again, Yoongi. Good Night!” You smiled as you turned but you felt him grab your arm and turn you around.

He pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry. For what I did, to you. To us” he said.

“Yoongi...” you started.

“I missed you. I miss you still. I miss the way you call me Yoongs. Do you have any idea how many times I had to stop myself from calling you? I thought I made the right decision at the time, but I’m not so sure anymore, Y/n”

“What are you trying to say, Yoongi?” you asked, confused.

“Give us a second chance”

A/N: this one hit kinda close to home. I’m sorry, this is kinda trash LOL but It feels good to write again. Hope you look forward to the other parts of my series!

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #yoongi angst #bts imagines #bts reactions #min yoongi #suga #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #bts angst #bts fluff

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bubmyg · 5 years

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(mostly) for him - myg

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre/warnings: lawyer!au, established relationship, fluff, humor, ft independent art contractor taehyung and yeontan (the most important feature)

word count: 2,735

summary: yoongi doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a dog or taehyung asks you to dog sit yeontan for the weekend.

a/n: this takes place before “for us” (linked on my masterlist) and can be read as a prequel of sorts. “for us” does not need to be read to understand this but it’s nice in context :-)

The extra curt tone of Yoongi’s voice clipped on the end as his headache throbbed just underneath where he rubbed long fingers into the pain and the sound colliding plastic made when he misjudged hanging up the phone elicited another pointed throb to the surface. His second hand joined the first on his neck, threading together as his forehead hit his desk and if he weren’t hyper aware of any and all noises, he would have mistaken the tentative knock on his door for the sound of his skull dully thumping through the desk calendar.

“Uh...hey Mr. Min?”

He couldn’t even muster enough energy for formality, groaning to the dangle of the pink tie you’d secured around his neck that morning, “Yeah, Jeongguk?”

Four days into his internship meant the young intern still had flushed cheeks and magnified doe eyes when he popped into the office and Yoongi theorized they’d never go away, especially not when they only worsened, softening on some sort of edge of concern as he barely cracked the door to his boss slumped over.

“Uh…” Yoongi threaded his fingers underneath his chin, propping himself up to squint at Jeongguk, the only way to suppress his headache enough to hear whatever he needed, “...there’s a man in the lobby for you and...he has a dog? Is that okay?”

“Did he give you a name?”

Jeongguk’s features squinted, “Uh, T-Taehyung I believe. I tried to tell him to leave the dog but—”

Even his headache wanted to flee at that name and it gave Yoongi the momentary ability to lift his head without wincing. He sighed instead, “He’s an old friend. Send him in. The dog too.”

If an incompetant investigation team paired with a tentative intern Yoongi incorrectly assumed could deal with them couldn’t make him want to rip each of his hairs out by the individual follicles, Kim Taehyung definitely could.

Specifically when he waltzed through the closed office door without knocking with a frazzled Jeongguk on his heels, only to shut the door in the face of Jeongguk’s apologetic Hey! You were supposed to follow me!, and plop the equivalent to a living pom pom onto his desk.

The dog seemed to study Yoongi, mirroring the inquisitive squint of the man before he let out a low growl, baring his teeth just long enough to let out the least intimidating yap! Yoongi had ever witnessed.

Taehyung panicked nonetheless, swiping an arm underneath the dogs middle to drag him against his side like Yoongi had seen him haul blank canvas’ multiple times before. Yoongi passed his analyzing glare from the still vibrating dog to his owner, forcing his eyebrows not to lift into his hairline as he took in the state of his friend.

Heavy brown jacket draped over his shoulders with his arms not pressed into the sleeves, baggy pants swishing around sandals strapped to his ankles, a white button down half secured across his broad chest, messy brown hair smeared into his eyelashes, and the geometric smile painted to his gums a sharp contrast to the uttered scolds he periodically mouthed in between the dog’s pulsing vibrations.

A streak of red acrylic paint bubbled on the side of his neck and Yoongi unintentionally zeroed in on it, eyebrows crinkling at that instead of the rest.

“New project?” Yoongi motioned to the red glob, “I’m still pretty rusty on copyright law so—”

“What?” Taehyung’s smile erased for comical confusion, almost like a cartoon character as he dragged the dog aside carelessly to press the sanction of his index and middle finger into the glob. He inspected it with an almost giddy realization, shaking his head as the smile returned and he wiped the glob across the front buttons of his shirt, “Oh, no. I’m not sure where that’s from.”

How do you not know? “Right…” Yoongi leaned back in his chair, elbow on the arm of the chair to press his cheek into his palm, “Take a seat—” When Taehyung flopped with dog balanced carefully across his thighs, he continued, “—what brings you here?”

“What? I can’t just come to visit an old friend?”

Yoongi shook his head, rutting his chin further into his palm, “No, you’re always welcome here or in my home. I just figured—”

“But I do need something,” Taehyung was still grinning, unapologetic and charming, “...I have an unexpected trip this weekend. I have to go quote some work for a new aviation museum a couple towns over. Will probably take the whole weekend.”

“Need me to get your mail?” Yoongi thought to Taehyung’s mailbox, an oddly charming spiral that curled upward out of the soil like a screw with a tiny, birdhouse like structure balanced on top.

“Nah, if someone wants to steal and pay my bills for me, they can. The hotel I’m at doesn’t allow dogs, so—” The younger man again hooked an arm underneath the dog, plopping him down on top of the desk. It bared its teeth but didn’t bark and Yoongi held up a silent hand in surrender, “—I need you to watch him for me.”

Yoongi was suddenly pulled from studying the seeming eyebrows embedded into the dog’s fur, ones that were silently judging the gape that suddenly overtook his lips. “You...I...you want me to what?”

“Dog sit. Come on, it won’t be that bad. Tannie is extremely well behaved.”

On cue, the dog yapped. Louder than before. Twice.

“A-actually,” Yoongi sat a bit straighter in his chair to bullshit properly, “My intern, the one who brought you in. I hear he loves dogs. He lives alone on his campus so like, maybe ask him?—”

Taehyung laughed, “Why would I want a stranger to take care of him? No, it has to be you.”

Yoongi felt his resolve fading the higher Taehyung’s smile dimpled into his cheeks, gaze falling away from his friend to pat affectionately down the dog’s spine. His fluffy tail wagged once then twice, spinning a delighted circle a top the desk to stretch his tongue for Taehyung’s willing hand.

“You...can’t find anyone else? You’re sure?”

“Nope!”

“I probably need to call—”

“Oh your lovely wife? Tell her hi for me, by the way,” Taehyung seemed to muse mostly to himself as he shifted in his chair, “She’ll love him. I know it. And it’s only for a few days—”

“Only for the weekend?”

“Only for the weekend. Not even forty-eight hours. I’ll be back Sunday before noon.”

“...if you say so—”

Taehyung barely waited another syllable, shooting up from the chair to reach the door in one long stride. “Great! I had your intern go to get something from my car for me so—”

Yoongi started to defend Jeongguk, that he only answered to him and Taehyung didn’t have that kind of authority, when the gangly college student waddled around the corner with a giant blue tub clutched in white knuckles.

“Is this that tub you wanted, Mr. Kim?”

“Yes, perfect!”

“You can just call him Taehyung, Jeongguk, that’s—”

Jeongguk plopped the plastic to the ground below his feet, long ways across the hall and huffed, dabbing at some of the sweat in his neatly parted fringe while Taehyung beamed. “It should all be in here. Food, some toys, his bed—”

Yoongi eyed the industrial sized bag of food Taehyung dragged out from underneath a labrador sized bed and a squeaky toy shaped like a horse, then eyed the dog on his desk, his long muzzle poked into Yoongi’s pen jar.

“...you said he’s...a Pomeranian? Right?”

Translation: He won’t sprout into a puffy Great Dane like one of those spongy toy dinosaurs you put into glasses of water overnight, will he?

Yoongi slumped into the seat when the garage door rumbled to a stop, closed and fully enveloping the garage in the eerie light provided by the illuminated timer hanging above the mechanics that opened and closed the technology. His head lulled, eyeing Yeontan where he sat gracefully in the passenger seat, head tilted at a neon orange ladder hanging from a hook on the front wall of the garage.

He pocketed his keys, fumbling his phone into his pocket as well before dragging the dog underneath his arm like he’d seen Taehyung do without much struggle.

“This is your first test,” Yoongi told the dog at a grumble as he swung cracking joints out of his SUV, “Actually, our first test. Hope you like Lexus SUV seat reclining, we may be sleeping out here—”

Yoongi tried to twist the door shut without alerting you of his presence but your sweet voice rang down the staircase, “Hi, bub!” and he was already entirely done for seventeen different reasons.

He adjusted the dog in his grip, peeled his shoes off by the ankle because he figured you scolding him for some buffable scuffs was the least of his worries, and then he called back, an octave lower than normal and unintentionally trembling on the end, “Hey!”

He watched you take the stairs two at a time, concern written all over your features and your fingers struggling at your necklace clasp (He’d have to help you, anyway. He always did) but you paused halfway through your descent and your sentence, changing your inquiry, “Hey, are you okay—wait is that a dog?”

Yoongi presented Yeontan like Simba in the Circle of Life sequence. “Taehyung’s dog,” He corrected, assured more than anything.

You took the rest of the stairs at a normal speed and then did Yoongi register you only had one half soled sock on too. Cute. “Let me guess,” You were ranting, “He showed up at the office because he panicked about some last minute contracting appointment he had somewhere out of town and needed a sitter and you and your way too big heart was the first person he thought of.”

Yoongi blinked at you as you materialized in front of him, fingers reaching out to scratch at the dog’s ears. “Yes. Actually, that’s exactly what happened.”

“That’s Taehyung for you,” Yoongi read the smile on your features as genuine but he still swayed, uneasy with your lips on his chin, “What’s his name?”

“Yeontan,” Yoongi blinked into the kiss you pressed to his lips and he steadied mostly himself with a hand on your hip, “You’re not mad?”

“No?” You pulled the dog into your arms, letting him lick a stripe to your nose that you giggled into and Yoongi melted even if he’d witnessed the dog take a shit on the newly planted daffodils outside the office without so much as blinking, “I know how Tae is.”

“He’s a good friend he’s just…”

“Taehyung,” You finished for Yoongi, cradling the dog against your chest like a baby, “He’s just Taehyung.”

“Right.”

You considered the dog for another few passing moments, rocking him between the sway on your feet and then you panicked, “Do we need to get him food? I’ll run to the store—”

“No, actually Taehyung brought food with him...like enough for seven of a dog his size. You don’t think he’s punking us and is gonna swap this little guy out for a horse in the middle of the night, do you?...”

“Maybe not a horse—” You said ten hours later at three in the morning with two torn couch cushions and a stained rug and patio, “—but maybe a demon.”

Yoongi was afraid to shift higher on the bed to wrap an arm around your shoulders even if his legs were bare from the covers and he was freezing in fear that he’d wake said demon from his slumber at the foot of the bed. His hair stuck out on one side over his ears, mud crusted underneath his fingernails where he’d tripped in pursuit of the escaped creature down their cul de sac, and nail rips in his favorite university basketball t-shirt.

“Satan reincarnate,” Yoongi breathed with finality as it raised it’s tiny head and whined.

“No,” You moved, catching the dog in gentle fingers when he tried to skitter out the cracked door of the bedroom. Your bottom lip pouted, stroking a gentle finger behind the dog’s ear, “He misses Tae…”

Yoongi’s features scrunched, “Who would miss him?”

You settled back into his embrace that he stretched for you, still cradling the dog’s head to your chest, “Shush. Remember that one day conference I attended for work and you called me crying—”

“I wasn’t crying—”

“It’s like that,” You kissed the top of the dog’s trembling head instead of the cheek Yoongi presented for you. “He’s just sad and needs some love, that’s all.”

Yoongi held his neck in an awkward position until you awarded him with a peck on the cheek. “What about me?”

You rolled your eyes, jostling the slumbering creature in your arm to fit your fingers into the soft hairs at Yoongi’s scalp and cooed just to hear him whine, “Oh, come here—”

The dog incident rate skyrocketed at night and then dipped drastically low during the day, a gradual decrease until it met and rested at zero, and Yoongi virtually forgot about Yeontan’s presence for various durations throughout the day. It was his emergence from a shower well into the Saturday evening hours that made it worth it, his heart melting into the stumble of his feet halfway down the staircase when he caught sight of you curled up on the corner of the couch.

He knew you were awake only by your phone resting in your hand, your other fingers preoccupied with scrunching through Yeontan’s fur, lips puckering to place periodic pecks to the space between his flicking ears.

Yoongi dropped a knee into the couch, the first step in wrapping his stature around you, arms threading around your tummy to thread at your navel and squeeze, chin dropping to your shoulder. He wasn’t intrigued by the contents on your phone but instead the tiny, slumbering creature with his nose buried between your thighs. He eyed the flex of your fingers, in, out, scratching like you would in his scalp and an endearing sigh relaxed his further into the crook of your neck, lips turning to mouth at the sensitive skin there.

“Maybe we should get a pet of our own…”

You were careful not to wake the dog as you tossed your phone aside, turning your head to allow him better access to your throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. A dog, specifically.”

“I’d like that.”

“You would?” Yoongi nuzzled the spot underneath your ear, “I haven’t had a dog since I was younger…”

Silently, you shifted, gently placing Yeontan into Yoongi’s lap and he subconsciously picked up where you left off in mindless petting. “Oh yeah?” You curled into his side, tucked into his chest.

“Yeah. His name was Tubby,” His cheeks heated a bit even without a reaction from you, “You know. Like from the Teletubbies…”

You nudged gentle fingers up underneath Yeontan and the hem of Yoongi’s crewneck, applying gentle, sweeping rubs to his tummy. “That’s cute, Yoons.”

Yoongi grunted in embarrassment, “We could name our dog something different. More refined.”

“Oh yeah?” You repeated the rhetorical inquiry in the same, hopelessly endeared tone, “Our dog?”

He hummed a mindless tune for a few moments before the gradual shake of his head grew in volume, “No, nevermind. We couldn’t have a dog, not right now. We’re both too busy. It’s not plausible…”

“I think we could do it.”

“Maybe…” You startled when Yoongi stood, dog in tow as his face scrunched while his spine stretched, “I don’t know. It’d be nice but...yeah. I don’t know.”

You watched Yoongi’s slow waddle away from you, again hopelessly enamored by the dip of his head as he clearly tried to converse with the half asleep puppy until you thought to call, “Hey, where are you going?”

“He needs to go outside one more time before bed!”

You pretended not to hear the high pitched shriek followed by low grumbles and the spray of the hose on the kitchen sink. He returned without the dog, shoulders slumped and a ranting pout screwed to his lips as he muttered something you couldn’t hear.

“...alright?”

“If we do get a dog, can we train it not to shit right outside the door—”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts x reader #yoongi imagines #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #fic: lawyer yoongi #:'-) i love them and i missed them and i hope you love them too

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yeontanismypresident · 6 years

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BTS Reaction: When You Do Something Cute

Request: “Can I get a reaction to when ur doing something cute (all members)” @the-igot7-life

A/N: Ignore any mistakes and enjoy (:

Seokjin:

It was a calm evening and you were bored out of your mind, so you decided to bake some brownies. Wanting to add more fun, you turned on some music and started to hum quietly. Having your headphones in, you didn’t hear the front door open or hear Jin walk in. He just stood there with a small smile on his face before sneaking up on you. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and put his head on your shoulder.

“Yah! Jin you know you can’t sneak up on me” You said as you turned around in his arms.

“I’m sorry jagi you were just too cute and I couldn’t handle myself.” Mumbling he gave you a kiss before helping you finish baking.

Yoongi:

You were in the Genius Lab with Yoongi working on a song. You had been sitting there for a few hours now and were getting bored.

“Yoongi~ can we please go get some food?” You said in a whiny voice, making a small smile appear on his face.

He turned around in his chair and just stared at you with a soft smile on his face.

“I’ll go get us some food from the place across from the building” He mumbled after a minute.

He stood up, grabbed his phone and jacket, before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and leaving. You watched as he left and closed the door. Looking around the studio, your eyes stopped on the keyboard. You glanced at the door before making your way over. Sitting down, you started to press random keys, not knowing how to play the piano.

“Wow you could be a professional” You quickly turned around as you heard Yoongi tease you from the door.

Instead of answering, you just pouted causing Yoongi to softly coo at you. He moved you so you were sitting on his lap with him on the stool.

“You know you’re cute when you pout” Yoongi whispered in your ear, beginning to teach you the notes to First Love.

Hoseok:

You were dancing crazily to some music while Hobi was in the shower. He had just gotten back from dance practice and just wanted to cuddle and watch movies with you. Knowing how he liked to take long showers, you had put on some of your own music. Hobi quickly finished up his shower so he could finally be in your arms. Hearing your music blaring, he changed into his pajamas and left the bathroom. He quietly opened your bedroom door and saw you jumping on the bed with your arms waving all around.

Trying to contain his laughter, he saw you had your eyes closed allowing him to sneak in and scare you. He admired you for a little bit longer before he tackled you onto your back. You let out a yelp and stared at him with wide eyes. Before you could open your mouth to yell at him, he started squealing.

“Baby you’re so cute aww you should dance more often!” He squealed while leaving kisses all over your face, making you giggle at him.

So for the rest of the night, instead of watching movies and cuddling, you two danced together.

Namjoon:

You were trying to reach the peanut butter that somehow ended up on the highest shelf of the pantry. You had tried everything in your power to get the jar: standing on your toes and jumping. You never thought to use the chair that was a few feet away from you. You stood there just glaring at the shelf. In your bedroom, Namjoon was sitting on your bed waiting for you to come back with the sandwiches. He got tired of waiting for and went to see what you were doing.

By the time he got to the kitchen, you were back to jumping up and down. He quietly chuckled and just watched you for a while. He took a quick picture before he went over to help you. When he reached you, he put his hand on your waist and reached up for the peanut butter. Knowing he was the one who put it up there, you just pouted and grabbed it from him.

“Why do you always have to put it on the top shelf Joonie” You handed him his sandwich.

“Because, you’re short and it’s so cute when you try and reach things” He cooed, following you back to your room.

Jimin:

It was Friday night, which meant you were having a movie marathon cuddled up next to Jimin. Having already picked out the movies, you headed into the kitchen to make popcorn and get some drinks. Once you had all the snacks on the table, you went and grabbed all your fluffy blankets from the hallway closet. You walked back into the living room and placed the blankets on the couch. You sighed in relief once you saw that everything was ready and set. Now I just need Jimin here. Just as you thought that, you heard the door open and Jimin appear. A big smile graced both your and Jimin's face.

“Jagiya!!” He squealed and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Jiminie!” You giggled into his chest.

As you sat down, Jimin pulled you close and held you under the blankets. You were 2 movies in when you got bored and started to play with his hands. It had always amazed you how small your hands were compared to his. Noticing you playing with his hands and not paying attention to the movie, he smiled and kissed your head.

“I find it adorable how you always compare our hands” He mumbled into your hair with his eyes closed.

Taehyung:

“Who’s a good boy” You cooed at the dog in your arms.

Yeontan barked and snuggled closer to you causing you to let a little ‘awh’. While Taehyung and the rest of the guys had to do a few concerts in a city an hour away, he had asked you to watch hi dog. You agreed without any thought or hesitation, you loved dogs so much, especially Yeontan. It was already 11pm and you were getting tired from playing with him. You got up with him in your arms and walked into your room. Setting him down on your bed, you changed into pajamas and then climbed under your blankets. Yeontan snuggled up next to you and quickly fell asleep with small snores coming from him. You texted Tae a goodnight message and told him you couldn’t wait to see him in 2 days.

Tae looked at his phone and let a smile grace his face as your message popped up. The boys were either allowed to go home or stay 2 extra days and relax. He had missed both you and Yeontan that he chose to come home. Once he arrived home, he quietly walked into your bedroom to see you and Tannie cuddled up. He cooed and took a picture before changing into his pajamas. He crawled in next to you and put his arm around your waist, Yeontan on your chest.

“You two are my favorite” He kissed your neck and snuggled deeper into your side.

Jungkook:

Jungkook wasn’t supposed to be home for another 2 hours, so you thought you could play some of his video games. Grabbing the controller, you sat on the couch and got comfortable. You clicked on the start option and hit new game, making sure not to delete his progress. You had no clue how to play any type of video game, so you knew you were going to get frustrated. You and Jungkook both were competitive meaning you had to win at least one level.

An hour had passed and you were starting to understand why Jungkook always got so mad while playing. You hadn’t been able to pass level one and by this rate you weren’t going to pass it at all.

What you didn’t know was that Jungkook had left practice early and was already on his way home. Another 30 minutes passed with you trying to pass the level. By this point, you were screaming at the tv and smashing random buttons on the controller. You were so preoccupied with winning that you didn’t see or hear Jungkook enter the apartment.

“You’re so cute when you get mad and don’t know what you’re” You heard from the door.

You looked up startled, only to see Jungkook with a bunny smile on his face.

“I’m about to be real cute soon” You mumbled, still trying to pass level one.

He just chuckled and sat by you, telling you what to do. You finally passed after a few more tries and Jungkook’s hands over yours.

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taehyung remembers the first time he met min yoongi. It was the best day of his life. taehyung had been a fan of agust d since he first heard his collaboration track 'cypher pt.3' and he had been following the rapper ever since. when it was announced that agust d would be doing a concert with jhope and rm in his hometown daegu taehyung had been ecstatic, he'd bought tickets the minute they were available and dragged his best friend jimin with him to the concert decked out in full agust d merch including the hat with three rings on it that the rapper liked to wear in the few selfies he would post on twitter and fan cafe. taehyung hadn't been able to afford vip tickets but he had been lucky enough to get front row. jimin had dared him halfway through to throw his shirt up on stage and who was taehyung to say no in the heat of the moment? only minutes after that he was throwing his underwear up on stage as well and watching with wide eyes as agust d caught it and slipped it into his back pocket where it remained for the rest of the concert.

when security came up to taehyung after the show and asked him to come back stage he thought he was going to die of a heart attack and jimin had to drag him through the backstage hallways until they reached the dressing rooms and there he was, agust d, leaning against the entrance to his dressing room sipping from a bottle of water and holding taehyung's ripped underwear in his free hand. when he saw taehyung coming closer he smirked and that was it, taehyung was absolutely in love.

two months later taehyung found himself pressed against the inside of a dressing room door in busan groaning into min yoongi's mouth and running his fingers through the baby soft hairs at the base of the rappers neck. six months saw them moaning together in yoongi's studio chair, lost in each other's bodies. now, three years later, taehyung sits at the table in their shared apartment and stares at the beautiful silver band on his left ring finger. he can't help the way his eyes burn as he glances over at the clock hanging beside the front door. 21:45. yoongi was supposed to be home at 18:00. taehyung sighs and turns away, looking over the carefully prepared seolleongtang in the center of the table and feels his throat tighten. taehyung makes his way around the table, clearing away the sides and dishes he set out and packing the seolleongtang away for later. he glances at the clock again and can't hide the huff he lets out when he sees another half hour has passed.

the pattering of small feet on the floor eases the crease between his brows. yeontan is always able to put a smile on taehyung's face no matter what. taehyung coos and lifts the small puppy into his arms, smiling widely as yeontan rapidly licks at his jaw, yipping happily at his human. taehyung can feel the frustration and hurt at yoongi fading to the background as he walks over the couch, pulling out his phone to send a few pictures to jimin who always loves the updates on his favorite puppy.

yoongi curses as he checks the time on his phone and sees that it's almost one in the morning. taehyung is probably asleep by now but yoongi is not looking forward to the lecture he'll probably get in the morning. more of the same shit about 'getting home late' and 'making taehyung worry'. honestly, he's a grown man, he can do whatever he wants. yoongi doesn't get why taehyung has been so touchy lately. he thanks the cab driver as he gets out in front of his apartment building and takes a moments to steady himself before walking in. his vision is a little blurry and yoongi nearly trips over his own feet on his way to the elevator, groaning at the throbbing in his head from the loud bass of the club and the alcohol he downed like water just a half hour earlier. after the show, some of the vip ticket fans offered to buy yoongi, namjoon, and hoseok drinks and they had agreed easily, the adrenaline of the show carrying them through two rounds of bbq and several hours of karaoke and clubbing. yoongi had lost track of his phone for a good hour but when he had found it in his pocket and noticed the time to be well past midnight he had hurriedly said his goodbyes and called a cab.

leaning against the wall of the elevator now, yoongi can't remember why he was in such a rush to get home at first and he shrugs off the thought, after all, if it was important he wouldn't have missed it. it's not like it was taehyung's birthday or anything. yoongi is too drunk to care honestly, he just wants to find some food and pass out, crawl into taehyung's arms and cuddle up to his nice, warm fiance. the elevator dings at his floor and yoongi stumbles out into the hallway, swaying up to the door and fumbling with his keys for a few moments before the door is opening and taehyung's tired, red-eyed face is staring him down.

taehyung heard yoongi coming from down the hall. the heavy footsteps and thudding of him bumping into the wall, taehyung had heard the same sounds every night for the past couple weeks if yoongi even came home at all. taehyung had brought it up twice and yoongi had just brushed him off, told him to stop being overbearing and taehyung had let it go, didn't think it was worth the fight, but today? the anniversary of taehyung's father's death? the one day he didn't want to spend alone, especially after yoongi had said they would spend it together cuddling and they would pay respects together? it meant a lot to taehyung when yoongi had said that. but here he was, at two in the morning with red eyes after paying respects by himself, and absolutely done with yoongi, so when he heard the familiar fumbling at their door, he yanked it open and glared at his fiance.

the gummy smile that lights up yoongi's face hurt and taehyung can't help the choked sob that wrenches itself from his chest. yoongi looks absolutely shell shocked at the sound and taehyung feels his stomach plummet at the surprise on his face. he turns away, vaguely aware of yoongi shutting the door and following after him before a hand on his wrist is tugging him back.

"taehyung, baby what's wrong?" yoongi's voice is slurred and it makes the sadness in taehyung's chest bubble into anger.

"what's wrong?! really yoongi? it's two in the morning! you were supposed to be home hours ago! i've been waiting for you!"

yoongi looks taken aback by taehyung's sudden anger but he raises to meet it immediately. "i never told you to! no one said you have to wait for me, you could have just gone to bed!"

"that's not the point yoongi! the point is that you've been coming home later and later every night and we've barely had a chance to spend time together in weeks! i thought at least today of all days you would be here yoongi!"

"fuck today! what's so special about today? why are you acting so petty about this? i'm a grown man, taehyung, i can do whatever i want to!"

taehyung knows that yoongi is drunk and he knows that even when he's sober yoongi's temper is not something to mess with but honesty taehyung is just sick and tired of bending over backwards for whatever yoongi wants.

"yeah you know what?! fuck today yoongi! fuck today! of course you don't remember what today - oh sorry yesterday - was. why would you anyway!? it's not like you should care right? just cause we've been together for three years - just because you fucking asked me to marry you - yeah, why does that mean you should remember something as stupid as yesterday?!"

"would you stop yelling taehyung?! god you're such a whiny bitch! so what i came home a little late? stop trying to make this some big deal! what did i miss? your house plant's birthday? why do you have to get on my ass about to much stupid shit! if i had known you were gonna end up being so clingy then maybe i wouldn't have proposed!"

taehyung has been holding back tears since that first sob but when yoongi says that, when yoongi stumbles forward and shoves his hands against taehyung's shoulders and pushes with all his strength, when taehyung falls like a shaking bag of leaves, pliant under the hands he never thought would hurt him, he can't hold back his tears. his head thumps painfully against the wall and his eyes are wide as he looks up at yoongi, eyes narrowed on taehyung's fallen form and mouth twisted down in a grimace.

"y-you don't mean that. yoon-"

"i do! you're so fucking annoying taehyung! always wanting to cuddle and needing attention like some stupid fucking puppy! and you're always saying such weird shit, god what are you five?! do you know how embarrassing that is? maybe if you weren't such an alien i'd want to spend more time with you!"

there's a distressed whining noise and it takes a second for taehyung to realize it;s not coming from him. yeontan is peeking his head around the hallway and taehyung glances over at him before looking back at the floor in front of him. yoongi's shoes disappear from his line of sight and he hears the fridge opening and some rustling before it shuts and yoongi's steps disappear down the hall followed by the slam of their door.

taehyung can feel the wetness of the tears slipping down his cheeks but it's hardly noticeable compared to the paralyzing coldness of the hole yoongi just ripped in his heart. taehyung doesn't know how long he sits there, leaning with his back against the wall. it's must not have been longer than thirty minutes but it feels like an eternity. at some point yeontan gave up licking at his hand and is curled up in taehyung's lap, sleeping peacefully.

eventually, the screaming silence of the apartment becomes too much for taehyung to take and he gently moves yeontan to a cushion on the couch, pressing a soft kiss to the pup's head before he grabs his phone and keys and leaves the apartment. taehyung isn't sure where he's headed but it doesn't really matter, as long as it's not where he just was. it's still dark out, lit only by the street lamps and storefronts of their neighborhood, but taehyung doesn't take any notice. all he can hear is yoongi's words repeating over and over in his head.

it feels like everything is happening in slow motion. the whoosh of the convenience store automatic doors opening just across the street in front of him, the flash of headlights to his left, the screech of tires on rain slick pavement. and then it speeds up. there's a horrible crunching sounds and taehyung feels like he's flying for a split second before glass is crunching beneath him and he's rolling up- up, and then over, before he's falling again. there's more screeching as the car stops somewhere to his - his what? right? taehyung can't tell. he's faced...down maybe? it's all dark in front of one of his eyes, he doesn't know which one. it hurts. why does it hurt? he tries to bring his hand to his face but he - he can't - why can't he move his arm - his eye, the one that doesn't hurt, it blinks once - twice - he can't see his hand. only a tire - why is there a tire where his hand should be? why is the tire so close?

there's more screaming and then the screeching sounds again - his hand! taehyung can see his hand! it's - it's red? why is it red? why does it look like that? what's that white thing? taehyung tries to move his other hand and he feel victorious when it moves. his head, it's looking at the wrong hand right now, he has to see the better one. turn turn turn - oh! there it is! his hand! this one isn't red! teahyung's eye wanders and he spots his phone, the screen horribly cracked and alight with a message. there's still someone screaming and it sounds like someone is talking to him but taehyung doesn't care he should tell yoongi about his phone, he'll need a new screen he slaps the ground a few times on accident before it lands on his phone and he grins his mouth tastes like copper. his mouth hurts. so much hurts the phone rings a few times and it sounds strangely loud against the ringing in taehyung's ears.

"what do you want taehyung?" yoongi sounds sleepy. yoongi is so cute when's he's sleepy.

"y-yoonie - " his chest hurts so much why does he hurt so much where is yoongi "yoonie i'm - i hurt"

the dial tone echoes like guillotine and taehyung remembers why yoongi isn't there, he remembers and it hurts oh god it hurts - so much why why why why he doesn't want to hurt why does he hurt why him -

there's more yelling and then hands are on taehyung and it feels like fire, he tries to scream but it's wet and weak and tastes like copper and all taehyung manages before he feels himself being moved and his world dissolves into white hot agony.

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